Ancient Gods Fell Like Rain, Grand Preceptor Jiang Invested Gods

Chaoge City.

Jiang Ziya had always been a man of profound wisdom. He had observed the various feudal lords and concluded that only Western Qi had the potential to accomplish the great feat of overthrowing Great Shang.

This dark, cannibalistic age should have ended long ago.

As for how to do it, Jiang Ziya did not know. He only knew that if his generation began striving now, the next generation could lay a solid foundation.

One day, they would succeed.

Until a customer arrived at the entrance of the butcher shop.

He looked strange, and the clothes he wore were unlike anything seen on the streets. Even nobles could not possibly wear garments so luxurious.

Likewise.

Being able to sell pork in this era, Jiang Ziya was no ordinary man either. He had originally been a noble captured after defeat.

Overthrowing Great Shang was for the sake of all under heaven, and also for revenge.

"How much do you want to buy?"

Jiang Ziya asked cautiously. He was already old, while the person before him appeared quite young.

Could he be some peculiar Yin Shang noble?

"I want to buy the world."

Ye Zhuo took out the God-Beating Whip, which looked as though it had been cast from gold.

"That could buy quite a lot."

Jiang Ziya had assumed Ye Zhuo intended to use the God-Beating Whip to buy meat.

"Is that so? Can it buy all the Ancient Gods in this world?"

"Gods?"

This was a taboo. Every tribe had its own gods that it worshipped.

Some were Ancient Gods, some were demonic beasts, and some were ancestors.

By now, the tribes had long become city-states.

Yet many powerful figures still sought even greater strength.

The Ancient Gods seemed exceedingly greedy. They always demanded more sacrifices of flesh and